No.

You see the kick coming too late to do anything about it, and Lady Grace’s instep crashes into your face with what feels like the **** of a sledgehammer. Stars explode in front of your eyes and you collapse to the mat like a puppet with its strings cut.

You suspect you blacked out for a moment—not long enough to be counted out for a KO, but still. The next thing you’re aware of is your rival looming over you imperiously, staring down at you with a terrifying mixture of contempt, arousal, and glee.

“What is a girl to do?” she muses sardonically. “So many ways to break a man to my will...so little time.”